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Written by: Anne Sexton | Biography
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 Put on a clean shirt
before you die, some Russian said.
Nothing with drool, please, no egg spots, no blood, no sweat, no sperm.
You want me clean, God, so I'll try to comply.
The hat I was married in, will it do? White, broad, fake flowers in a tiny array.
It's old-fashioned, as stylish as a bedbug, but is suits to die in something nostalgic.
And I'll take my painting shirt washed over and over of course spotted with every yellow kitchen I've painted.
God, you don't mind if I bring all my kitchens? They hold the family laughter and the soup.
For a bra (need we mention it?), the padded black one that my lover demeaned when I took it off.
He said, "Where'd it all go?" And I'll take the maternity skirt of my ninth month, a window for the love-belly that let each baby pop out like and apple, the water breaking in the restaurant, making a noisy house I'd like to die in.
For underpants I'll pick white cotton, the briefs of my childhood, for it was my mother's dictum that nice girls wore only white cotton.
If my mother had lived to see it she would have put a WANTED sign up in the post office for the black, the red, the blue I've worn.
Still, it would be perfectly fine with me to die like a nice girl smelling of Clorox and Duz.
Being sixteen-in-the-pants I would die full of questions.



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